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GOAD Guess the Author - Prompt 4: MONSTER MASH
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2025-10-30
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Summary:

Supreme Archangel Aziraphale goes on a date.

written for the GOAD Guess the Author prompt "monster mash."

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

Aziraphale had always had a taste for the unusual and the rarefied.

As soon as he was anointed as the new Supreme Archangel, the finest of everything the universe had to offer had suddenly been made available to him. The wealthiest members of every species could not even dream of the experiences and delicacies and jewels that had been thrown at Aziraphale's feet since his ascension by those hoping to curry favour. Cruises on the former Gabriel's former yacht. Glamping reservations in the Alpha Centauri system. The tenderest veal from Omelas. Backstage passes to some sort of event hosted by a very rapid tailor, which Aziraphale normally would have accepted, but his Earthly garments remained in storage, and he had all the time in the universe now.

And now…the omakase at Royal Izakaya. One of the most exclusive dining experiences in Philadelphia, America.

As if that joy were not delightful enough, Aziraphale simply could not keep his eyes off his date.

His hair practically glowed in the low light, a dance of gold threads and burnished shadows like the sparks of the hottest fire every time he tilted his head. Though he was quiet, he listened attentively, his charismatic amber eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of mischief as Aziraphale told stories of the foibles of his inferiors in Heaven.

Sixteen courses of the finest sushi. A romantic evening with one of the most entrancing bachelors in America. Anything he could ever wish for at his fingertips.

Well. Almost anything. But one should not wish for too much.

A squeak brought his wandering attention back to the present. His date was gazing at him with that inscrutable expression, his head cocked in curiosity.

Aziraphale sighed deeply.

"My deepest apologies, my dear," Aziraphale said, pushing away all thoughts of the orange-haired demon who wasn'tbeside him. He forced a smile onto his face, forced himself to attempt to make eye contact.

Gritty did have a lovely smile. And unlike some demons Aziraphale could name, Gritty respected Aziraphale's emotional needs.

"Shall we try the nigirizushi?" Aziraphale asked as the chef placed the next course in front of them. Gritty shook his head, feather-like strands of his beard drifting with the motion, and gestured for Aziraphale to help himself to both portions.

It was all too familiar. Aziraphale had grown exceedingly comfortable being observed by a dining companion who did not himself partake. True, Gritty's expression as he watched Aziraphale savour the sushi was slightly less…intent than a certain former partner's looks had been, but Aziraphale had no doubts, this time, that his date wanted him.

After all, Gritty was the premiére athletic celebrity in America, and Aziraphale was the Supreme Archangel. It was a match made in…well, somewhere between Heaven and Philadelphia. How could anyone not want to date the Supreme Archangel? Yes, Aziraphale was assured of Gritty's desire for him. How could it be otherwise, for two in such high positions?

It was a romance of near-equals. Not a romance of opposites. Much more likely to be successful, and much easier for both parties. Gritty would not demand more from him than he was capable of giving. Gritty would understand that his position came first. Gritty, a fellow hedonist, would appreciate Aziraphale's need for pleasure shared equally. He would never make Aziraphale feel too isolated or too idolised. It was utterly perfect.

Aziraphale didn't understand why he felt so unhappy.

He picked up his ochoko and tossed back the sake, which promptly made him cough. Gritty's large hand thumped on his back and then smoothed over his shoulder blades. His suppressed wings ached like a phantom limb.

He caught his breath and glanced at Gritty's wide, accepting face. The ideal boyfriend, truly: rich, fun, undoubtedly well-endowed, available. Aziraphale knew Gritty would always be there to support him and would never ask him to be too honest. He would never ask him to sacrifice.

Aziraphale swallowed his unhappiness and picked up the next course.

Notes:

thank you to depraveddame for providing the perfect exclusive restaurant for this celebrity date.

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